Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Antigua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eric Dolphy to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.